Tatum

Eyes watery from rehashing everything to Leila, who couldn’t wait until tomorrow to find out everything, I pat them with my fingers, my heart climbing into my throat and my stomach sinking as I observe Dean survey his daughter with pride all over him.

“I’m so sorry he did that to you. Just to up and leave without a proper talk after years of being together. You could have drowned if it weren’t for my dad. And I don’t even want to get started on what he did to you at the store. What a spineless dick.” That he is. I’m learning more and more what kind of man I was engaged to. His actions tonight are inexcusable.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad it’s out in the open. I’m just thankful you don’t think badly of me.” I tip my glass of wine to my lips, drain the last of it, and place it on the table beside me. I had a few glasses at the awards to control my temper. I needed another to calm my nerves and tell Leila the part of my story I left out. And now, with the way Dean’s looking at me with flame-filled heat in his eyes, I’m surprised I don’t need more.

I shift my hips against the silk of my dress, wetness gathering between my legs. I’m unable to focus on anything except the man sitting across from me. The way he makes me feel is indescribable. He heightens my body, pushes my mind to conjure sexual thoughts I’ve kept hidden, and when his gaze drops to my chest, I feel his touch, his want, and could easily come right here.

“I could never think badly of you. Not only are you a great person to work for, you are good for my dad. I remember telling him about fate not too long ago. I definitely believe in it now. There is no way the two of you weren’t destined to be together. You’ve upgraded, Tatum.” She rises from the couch, drags me up with her, and hugs me. This young girl is so easy to love. My arms embrace her. “He’s lucky to have you. Don’t hurt him, please,” she whispers, her tone carrying a smidgen of worry. I don’t blame her one bit. Tonight has already been harming enough. She doesn’t need to know how much hurt is yet to come. I’m afraid it’s going to come at this girl from every angle. I can only hope she’s strong enough to handle it.

“I’m the lucky one, Leila. I won’t hurt him,” I promise.

This young woman has so much love to give it pours right out of her. I close my eyes briefly and think about how easily she could have been angry with me. I don’t know how I would have felt if I’d walked in her shoes. I might not want anything to do with anyone who is associated with the man who is coming after someone I love with a force of a major hurricane, and yet here she is, arms wide open, tugging me effortlessly into her life. It only amplifies the immediate trust and bond we share.

“Do me a favor. Don’t change the woman you are, not for anyone, Leila. Always stay true to yourself. You call your dad or me if Sam comes near you, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again. I’ll see you at work on Monday,” I remind her as I sit back down, slip off my shoes, and wiggle my aching toes when Dean walks her out to a car, where a bodyguard is waiting.

I’ve done more than upgrade. I’ve soared straight into a man who isn’t afraid to show his affection in front of anyone. He stood in front of the cameras with his band, with Leila, and with me and not once showed a sign of how much the stunt Sam pulled upset him.

I flop my head back on the couch. I won’t let Sam bring these people down. I don’t understand how he can be so bitter and cold. Devious and full of hate for a man he doesn’t know personally. It clatters my brain inside my caged head trying to figure it out. A mystery that needs to be solved.

I could feel the heavy weight of Dean’s nervous eyes when he’d shoot sharp looks at Sam each time he passed by our table. Looks that were abundantly drowning in havoc.

Dean is a walking conflict full of secrets, and yet they are his, and no person has a right to try and poke holes in his chest. A chest so full of pain and love that he’s clearly fighting a battle that has left him cornered.

The closer we drove to his house after the awards, the more the nagging ache in my chest increased. His conflicting battle is eating at him more every day. The way he remained wordless through Sam’s stunt proved it to me. The angry tone in Roman and Miles secured it. I just wish it weren’t eating Dean alive.

I’m over thinking about Sam, at least for tonight. However, the stunt he pulled makes my hatred toward him increase. It’s rather funny how it made the night better than I dreamed it would be.

Not that his confrontation didn’t weigh on my mind. It did, but it gave Dean the opportunity to pick up on the envy, the polluted jealousy that poured out of Sam every time he glanced our way. The man may have kept things hidden from me. One thing he could never hide was his jealousy or his anger whenever another man looked my way. I caught on to that when Sam’s gaze darted down to where Dean was touching me.

The entire night, he touched every visible part of my skin he could. At first, I thought it was his way of being possessive. I’m sure a part of it was, but the best part about it is, it’s the way Dean is. He touched me because he wanted the world to see what I mean to him. To let the press run a story more interesting to them than the one Sam had in mind.

He left me shifting in my seat when they all went on stage to accept their award. The way the lights glistened across his chest, his hair, and that scruff I want scraping across my inner thighs. He left me teetering on the edge of my seat when he looked straight at Leila and thanked her for being his biggest supporter. The man is a wonderful father, and their love for each other is one of the most beautiful things I’m blessed to see.

“You doing okay?”

I look up to see the man of my dreams leaning against the archway, running the pads of his fingers over his bottom lip. My eyes sweep over his sinful form before I stand up and lead into the temptation we both know is a violent force of nature.

With both hands, he grabs me by the waist and pulls me flush to his heated body.

“I’ve never been better.”

“I beg to differ, Miss Fields. I’m about to make you feel better than you’ve ever been.” If I thought my heart couldn’t swell anymore for this man, I’m happily mistaken.

He sweeps me off my feet, an insight of a night I’ll remember for the rest of my life whispers across my face from his burning gaze as he climbs the stairs and kicks the door to what I assume is his bedroom closed, illuminating us in the moonlight.

Instead of placing me on the bed, he sets me on the floor. I’m dizzy from starving for this man. Hungry for him to touch me. I want him to consume me. To dominate and do all the things he said he would while letting me do the things I want to him. Which will take a lifetime for me to achieve.

I’m all too aware of his nearness, his uneven, ragged breaths close to my ear. My stomach flutters when he snakes an arm around my waist and turns me toward him to cradle my face.

“You are incredible.”

I don’t think I’ve been more grateful for a room filled with windows in all my life; there is enough light shining through that I see his eyes go from soft to dark. It slicks my overly warm flesh, boils my insides, and drips my desire down my thighs. I feel his need against my belly, and I hear his heart pounding when he presses his chest to mine, slides his hand up my back, and lowers my zipper.

My dress pools at my feet. I’m left standing naked and not one bit nervous or ashamed that we have so much to learn about each other, because what we’re about to do changes everything between us. It’s going to draw us closer, and it’s going to be powerful. Something the tabloids I’m sure will be gossiping about tomorrow can’t touch.

Everything that happened this evening is long forgotten when he glides his rough hand up my back, gathers a handful of my hair, and inflicts the right amount of pain that shoots a desirable tingle through my body down to my toes.

“I fuck hard. Knew from the first time you looked at me in the hospital that’s how you want to be fucked. I’m going to cherish you first. You are as real as they come. No hidden bullshit. Those traits built up my attraction for you, Tatum.” Holy shit. If he claims I’ve wrecked him, then he’s demolished me. He presses his lips to mine and begins to fuck my mouth. Tongue darting out, fingers clenching tightly in my hair while his free hand grabs one of the cheeks of my ass firmly.

This is what I’ve always wanted. A man who wants me with a deep fierceness and makes damn sure we both get what we want.

My fingers eagerly find the buttons on his jacket, itching to touch his skin. It’s smooth, defined, and when I tug on his piercings, the growl he lets out into my mouth sends a begging plea to have his magical tongue on my aching nipples.

“Dean,” my voice crackles in the air. I need him to touch me badly.

“I’ve got you, Tatum. The things I want to do to you won’t all happen tonight. Trust me. I promise you right now by the time I’ve fucked every hole in your body, you’ll be coming hard, heavy, and all over my tongue, fingers, and cock.”

“Every hole?” Sweet Jesus. I clench the cheeks of my ass thinking about his dick sliding in there. It’s a fantasy I never thought would be fulfilled.

“Every hole, baby. Mouth, ass, pussy. Your body responds to my touch the same way mine responds to yours. You got desires floating around in that gorgeous head of yours as much as I do in mine.” He slaps my ass. My nipples are agonizingly stiff against his heated flesh. They scream out in pleasure when he spins me around, places me on the edge of the bed, and I watch in fascination when he strips out of his pants, socks, and shoes. His thick cock within inches of my now wet mouth.

“You are beautiful, Dean.” I bring both hands up, place one around his shaft and the other on his trembling thigh.

I shudder as he twitches in my hand. I fall apart when he gently runs a finger over my nipples before he pinches and twists them, sending a blaze of need to my core. I have never felt this kind of yearning before. It’s the beginning of something wonderful. My senses scream it to the top of their lungs; they descend into orbit when he pushes me back on the bed, props a knee on the side of my leg, and spreads me open. My ankles tingle when he slips my shoes off and runs his hands up my calves and thighs, tongue licking a warm trail behind them.

His body falls down on mine. He doesn’t stay there, though; he slides down, pulls a nipple into his mouth, and works his magic tongue in a circle. Just when I feel that build between my legs, he moves to the other one. Frustration simmers and rebuilds as he tugs hard, biting and causing pleasurable pain as I’ve never felt before.

The shameless woman inside me emerges. Never did I think he would know the roughness, the satisfying desire of someone pulling me to the brink of insanity would be something he saw in me as if he’s fucked me a thousand times.

It feels so good to have someone give me what I need, and he hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet. Although, foreplay enhances a burning desire climbing to sex; and this man is succeeding. I’ve dreamt of a man who isn’t afraid to try new things. My expectations are skyrocketing.

“Please, Dean. I need—”

“To come,” he hoarsely finishes for me.

“Yes. I need you to make me come.”

“Fuck. Not sure what sounds sexier, you panting my name or asking me to make you come.”

Both sound great to me. I’ll say them over and over if he wants. I just need him to apply that last bit of pressure to make me explode.

“I’ll give you everything you need while I watch.” He lifts off me briefly and flicks on a bedside light.

I suck in a sharp breath, pussy clenching, when I get my first full view of his body. Lust must play out across my features for a moment before his smile turns wicked, his gaze trails up and down my form in a ravenous kind of way, making me squirm.

Good God, Dean is the kind of man who stops you in your tracks at first sight. Everything about him is perfection to me. Even the small scars on his side and the one on his thigh. His cock is a woman’s fantasy. Jutting and leaking, begging to be taken inside of me. His muscles are just the way I like them. Not overly huge but enough to tell me he takes care of himself.

The intense fixation he has on my pussy has me spreading my legs as far as they will go. My pulse quickens, my breath catches, and I can’t help it when my entire body bucks off his bed as soon as he palms my ass and runs his tongue between my folds.

A loud moan rises from deep inside of me, escaping without warning, and I come before he has the chance to take his mouth and devour me.

“Oh, hell!” I gasp.  My legs squeeze tighter around his head. That manly stubble of his doing the job of drawing marks across my skin. God, I can’t wait to feel him inside of me, to finally be thoroughly fucked by a man who I’ve no doubt is as talented with his cock as he is with his mouth.

I feel him smile through the wicked ways of his tongue, which has me looking down to see his brown eyes the deepest shade of black I have ever seen.

“What?’ I ask breathlessly.

“I fucking knew you would be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. Might be down here for hours. Although, I suspect this pussy dripping with chocolate would keep me down here for days.”

“I’m saving the rest of the chocolate to lick off your cock.”

“Jesus Christ, Tatum. Chocolate or no chocolate. Your mouth wrapped around my dick will be my undoing.”

I’m limp and helpless and so, so needy for him to keep his mouth right where it is that I can’t speak. I gasp at the sudden touch of a finger sliding down the crack of my ass, circling the puckered hole before slipping into my pussy and fucking me as violently as his tongue did. Probing, deliriously probing as he licks, sucks, and nibbles me as if I truly am the favorite thing he’s had in his mouth.

“That’s it, come one more time, and then I’m fucking you wildly with my cock.” I grab hold of his hair while he fucks me with his fingers and tongue without objections from me at all.

“Dean, oh, my hell.” I come long and hard. He doesn’t give me a chance to come down before he's right back at attacking me all over again.

“I want you fucking me,” he growls. My entire body is vibrating.

All I can do is stare as the electricity sparks off him and sinks into my skin. He flips onto his back, feet flat on the bed, and pushes himself up, resting his head on the pillow, hands fumbling in his nightstand.

Suddenly, my brain shuts down and the rise of a primal need to fuck his brains out centers in my mind while I watch him roll the rubber down his thick cock.

By the time I push up, crawl his way, my limp limbs straddling him, and guide his length to my opening, I’m practically drooling.

“God, Dean,” I murmur, feeling crazy. He places his palms on my breasts, fingers plucking at my tight nipples as I wiggle my hips, gasp loudly when the tip of him stretches me. Dean watching himself enter me has got to be the most erotic thing I have seen in my life.

I need him inside me now. I bear down, trembles of ecstasy heating up my muscles. “Jesus Christ, Tatum. You're hugging my cock. Tight. Fucking hell, you are incredibly tight,” he grits out, grabs my hips, edges upward, and at the same time I sink onto him, I suck in a sharp breath and gasp from the fullness bordering my walls. Nothing has ever felt this good, this right before.

Placing my hands on his chest, I begin to move up and down his shaft and cry when Dean lifts me slightly and slams back in. Hard. The pleasure washes over me like a heat wave. Sweat breaks out in between my breast; my legs burn, core pulsing. I won’t ever be the same after this.

I fist one hand through his hair, the other tweaking at his piercing, draw my lips down to his, running my tongue over his bottom lip and biting it lightly then sweeping into his mouth.

He bursts upward again; long, languid strokes are filling me completely.

While we both continue to slam and grind and moan, our bodies begin to break out in a glossy sheen.

He groans as he cups my ass, squeezing hard. I wouldn’t be surprised if he leaves a mark; this time, I welcome the fingerprints.

“Beautiful. Every inch. You have no idea how stunning you really are.” I can’t talk, can barely breathe, but his words somehow slam into my chest.

I clench my walls, and he goes absolutely ballistic, pulling out of me, flipping me over, and hiking my ass in the air. I want to scream out and whimper, but when he slams into me from behind, my head snaps up, my back arches, and I smile the most devious smile that has crept across my face. Dean is a madman in bed. A control freak. He was right; he does fuck hard. And often.